If you ask the average Whovian, they’ll tell ya – out of the reboot – this is one of their favorite episodes. That is if they have a heart, of course. It is when the Doctor and Amy Pond meet Vincent Van Gogh – shocking I know.

Anyway, the episode goes on to conclude that Van Gogh was not “crazy” (ugh I haate that word) like everyone thought – but that he just dealt with an alien that only he could see.

Why am I writing about this?

Well, because I wanna tell you why I love this episode. Its beautiful in its simplicity. I heard someone say, on a youtube review, that this sets a low standard for the Matt Smith era if this is the best episode. They obviously didn’t get it.

They didn’t get Vincent’s pain.

His loneliness.

His torment.

His soul numbing emptiness.

They obviously didn’t get that out of all those people who he met – the doctor believed him. The doctor even tried to see what Vincent was going through to help him and the alien. That in essence the doctor of course but here comes my correlation.


When I go through all that pain; all the emptiness.

All my torment.

I take comfort knowing that Jesus has been there.

Luke 22:44 And being in agony, He prayed more earnestly. Then His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.[a]

He has seen the depths of agony and distress. He knows true pain. He doesn’t need to try to see your pain – He knows your pain. He’s there waiting to hold you until it stops hurting; if you let Him.